"Little Feng, since you've said so, you should also set a good example."
Shen Mengli's words carried a hidden meaning, and Ye Feng's gaze flickered uncertainly before he naturally avoided her implication.
"Mengli, let's go eat..."
Before Ye Feng could finish, Shen Mengli tightly gripped his collar with both hands, her expression soft and pleading.
"Tell me!"
"Mengli..."
"Tell me what you're hiding from me!"
Her tone grew more serious, even tinged with anger, as she reacted to Ye Feng's evasiveness. It pained her to see him break a promise so easily. If he slipped once without consequence, he would do it again and again—a result she absolutely refused to accept.
"Little Feng, please, answer me, okay?"
She forced down her anger, trying to coax the truth out of him with gentler words.
"I'm sorry, Mengli. I have my own principles. For your sake, and mine... some things are better left unsaid."
"Little Feng, must you be like this? Why can't we be honest with each other? Let me help you, just like you helped me before."
"Mengli..."
Ye Feng lowered his head, his expression desolate. He didn’t want to reveal the method to undo the life-time limit to her—because if he did, she would surely share it with the other girls. That would only deepen his debt to them. And worse... it would mean subjecting them to unfair treatment.
"Little Feng, you still won’t tell me?"
"I'm sorry..."
Seeing his resistance, Shen Mengli’s determination to uncover the secret only grew stronger.
"Fine... if that’s how you want to be, Little Feng... then let’s just go eat."
"Mengli..."
Ye Feng reached out to stop her as she walked past him, but to his surprise, she dodged his hand, her face sullen as she strode out of the bedroom.
"Ah..."
Ye Feng sighed deeply, helpless. Still, knowing Shen Mengli’s temperament, he figured a little coaxing might smooth things over.
With that thought, he followed her. But when he reached the dining table, he noticed Shen Mengli wasn’t seated. Instead, she stood by the kitchen sink, her back turned to him.
"Mengli?"
He called her name softly, stepping closer.
He hadn’t wanted today’s events to upset her, but ever since her return, he’d sensed she was hiding something. Everything had been so peaceful before.
"Come on, Mengli, don’t be angry. Let’s eat first, and we can talk later, okay?"
Even after his words, Shen Mengli remained motionless. Just as he moved forward to see what was wrong, she slowly turned around.
"Whew, Mengli, you scared me. I thought—"
His words died in his throat. Shen Mengli stood expressionless—and in her hand was a kitchen knife, pressed against her own neck.
"Mengli! What are you doing?!"
Ye Feng had never seen her act like this. He lunged forward to snatch the knife, but she reacted faster, pressing the blade harder against her skin.
"L-Little Feng... I don’t want to do this."
Her eyes were red and swollen, her heart equally torn. But no matter how much she pleaded or prodded, Ye Feng refused to budge. This was her last resort—extreme, yes, but the only way to force the truth from him. If she gave up now, she knew he’d bury the secret even deeper.
"But if you won’t agree... I have no choice. So please, just nod, okay? If you promise to tell me, I’ll put the knife down."
"Mengli..."
Ye Feng’s face darkened, his jaw clenched. Her actions had shaken him to the core.
What should he do? Tell her? Or keep hiding it?
"Little Feng, you promised me. You can’t break your word, understand? I love you so much, yet you keep hurting me. I’d do anything for you—don’t you get that?!"
"I know! But... but..."
"No buts. All I want is the truth. So... please, tell me. I’m begging you."
As she spoke, the knife nicked her pale neck, drawing a thin line of blood. Her resolve was unshakable—she wouldn’t back down until he answered.
The sight of crimson trickling down her skin aged Ye Feng in an instant. He opened his mouth, struggling before finally whispering, "Alright... I’ll tell you."
"R-Really? Little Feng, you mean it?"
"Yes. So please, put the knife down. Don’t hurt yourself, Mengli."
"......"
Seeing the sorrow in his eyes, Shen Mengli finally dropped the knife. Though she’d been desperate for the truth, the pain in his expression broke her heart. But she’d had no choice. The moment he relented, she threw the blade aside and threw herself into his arms.
"Wah... Little Feng... I-I’m sorry!"
With his surrender, the tension inside her snapped. Her earlier resolve crumbled, and she sobbed uncontrollably.
The irony wasn’t lost on Ye Feng. He was the one being forced to confess, yet here he was, comforting her. What kind of logic was that?
But he kept the thought to himself. Deep down, he knew Shen Mengli only acted out of love for him. How could he stay angry?
"Mengli, don’t cry. I agreed, didn’t I? Why are you the one crying now?"
"I... I..."
Her breaths came in hiccups, her words fragmented.
"I’m s-sorry, Little Feng... I didn’t want to do this! It’s just..."
"Shh, it’s okay. Stop crying."
He pulled her close, gently patting her back. Somehow, he’d already moved past what had just happened.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
